Here is some of my original Christian poetry. I hope you enjoy!
to know God and make Him known
Are you prepared?... Eternity is real!
I never thought it could happen to me. Could it happen to you ?
Applying the Gospel to life
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...all the words of this life...
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Go To The Place of Shame, Pain, and Despair and Bear the Image of God There
Hosea 6:5: "Therefore have I hewed them by the prophets; I have slain them by the words of my mouth: and thy judgments are as the light that goeth forth."
Kingdom Minded living with issues related to discipleship, the Holy Spirit, and power.
Smiting Theological Philistines with a Great Slaughter
On Christ the solid Rock I stand...All other ground is sinking sand
Pouring
Isaiah 64:8
Exploring what it means to LIVE Torah ...
End Times Bible Prophecy and News, End Times Deception, Societal Collapse, Apostasy, False Christs - Prophets - Apostles - Teachers, Whore of Babylon Church, Opinion, Commentary & Bible Teaching, Demonic Power, War, Rumors of War, Famine, Pestilence, Familiar Spirits,Salvation in Jesus Christ, NWO, UFOs, Earthquakes, Counterfeit Christianity, New World Order, Conspiracies, Nephilim, Giants, Signs and Lying Wonders, End Times Sin & Corruption
Grace and Truth 
June 5, 2015 at 3:28 pm
Here is a poem that I wrote years ago that I thought you would like to read:
Shiloh
By Tim Shey
Brutal deathdance;
My eyes weep blood.
Pharisees smile like vipers,
They laugh and mock their venom:
Blind snakes leading
The deaf and dumb multitude.
Where are my friends?
The landscape is dry and desolate.
They have stretched my shredded body
On this humiliating tree.
The hands that healed
And the feet that brought good news
They have pierced
With their fierce hatred.
The man-made whip
That opened up my back
Preaches from a proper pulpit.
They sit in comfort:
That vacant-eyed congregation.
The respected, demon-possessed reverend
Forks his tongue
Scratching itchy ears
While Cain bludgeons
Abel into silence.
My flesh in tattered pieces
Clots red and cold and sticks
To the rough-hewn timber
That props up my limp, vertical carcase
Between heaven and earth.
My life drips and puddles
Below my feet,
As I gaze down dizzily
On merciless eyes and dagger teeth.
The chapter-and-versed wolves
Jeer and taunt me.
Their sheepwool clothing
Is stained black with the furious violence
Of their heart of stone.
They worship me in lip service,
But I confess,
I never knew them
(Though they are my creation).
My tongue tastes like ashes:
It sticks to the roof of my mouth.
I am so thirsty.
This famine is too much for me.
The bulls of Bashan have bled me white.
Papa, into your hands
I commend my Spirit.
Ethos
February/March 1997
Iowa State University
Genesis 49: 10: “The scepter shall not depart from Judah, nor a lawgiver from between his feet until Shiloh come; and unto him shall the gathering of the people be.”
https://hitchhikeamerica.wordpress.com/2012/11/10/shiloh/
June 7, 2015 at 1:42 am
Wow. Nothing luke-warm or light-hearted about that – that’s the gospel of our Lord. “Where are my friends?” that line has really spoken to me. He was rejected by men, a man of sorrows, and if we have His Spirit we will be too. Thank you for sharing this and God bless you in your ministry.